It’s been a while since I last posted an update, so I thought I’d share a few recent photos of the noodle.
Before and after her new haircut….





It’s been a while since I last posted an update, so I thought I’d share a few recent photos of the noodle.
Before and after her new haircut….





Today’s Gracie Update is written, not by a ghostwriter, but by a truly guest writer. Seth’s brother Tom and wife Jan are guests at Seth’s home today. I, Jan, a senior citizen, enjoyed the pleasure of walking a dog for the very first time in my life!! Actually, right out of the gate it was clear that Gracie was the one who was taking Me for a walk, actually more like a jog, then run, then walk, then stop and turn and walk again, and so on. We visited every culdesac and street in the neighborhood, mostly on sidewalks but sometimes on grassy areas and one time on a muddy way between houses –ugh- with Gracie’s nose to the ground everywhere we went. Sometimes she climbed upstairs as if going to a friend’s house or she checked out gardens and other features. At the point when I realized that I had no idea where we were, I also realized that I had left my phone behind, because when we left I didn’t realize we were going to go for an actual walk, but just for Gracie to relieve herself near home! I did manage to find my way back, however, and when Seth came home from where he and Tom had been I learned that Gracie is not Seth’s daily aerobic exercise routine but apparently, she knew that this substitute Gracie walker was a know-nothing pushover and she took full advantage of the opportunity. Truthfully, the experience was a win-win because it was a lovely, almost spring, morning and this novice dog walker enjoyed the Gracie-led adventure.

Gracie was thrilled to have Tom and Jan stay with us this week. (Me, too!) Tom and Jan were here to help me out while I had cataract surgery. It wasn’t just me receiving top treatment, but the Gracie noodle, too. She savored the extra attention. (And I did, too!) It was treasured family time.
Tom and Jan returned to their home this morning. Since then, Gracie has been moping around all day. Both of us miss them already!


I suppose AI doesn’t truly have a real “human” sense of humor but its ability to generate appealing, and often unexpected, responses amuses me! I asked AI to pretend it was a funny advice columnist. Then, I posed the question: “How do I convince my dog to start doing the dishes?”
Here’s how the chatbot responded:
Dear “Dish-Wash-Wishing Dog Owner,”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA……………………………..
A very happy birthday to Auntie Marci in New Mexico!

(Above: Gracie one year ago)
Today also marks the two-year anniversary of my bringing the noodle home with me!

(Above: Gracie two years ago today)

(Above: Gracie today)

Since owning a dog, I frequently observe instances of dog owners uncannily resembling their dogs. A few days ago was no exception. While on our afternoon walk, a stocky brown dog ran up to Gracie. The dog looked like a probable mix of a Bulldog and a pit bull. I walked up to the owner, who said he recently adopted the dog. I had to smile. This guy picked out a dog resembling himself! Like his dog, he was stocky and had brown hair, a round face, a thick neck, and bow legs. I swear if the dog had had underwear showing and his butt crack peeking out*, he would have been his spittin’ image.
*Actually both dog and owner did!
The picture below is not of the actual duo we encountered but shows a very similar resemblance.



Since Gracie can’t actually write (at least not yet), I wanted to see how AI would craft some suitable New Year’s resolutions for her. And I thought it would be entertaining to have the prose generated in poem form. After a tiny bit of my guidance, a few AI reiterations, and my minor tweak here and there, here’s the resultant sonnet!
A Tail of New Beginnings: Gracie’s 2024 Resolutions
by the Barking Bard AI Chatbot for Gracie W.
A New Year’s here, it’s time to shine,
I’ll make some resolutions, and I’ll do them just fine,
No more naughty deeds, I’ll show restraint,
And with each verse, a new change I’ll paint!
No more couch-chewing, I’ll keep my jaws free,
No more holes, no more foam-filled glee,
I’ll find new ways to spend my days,
And leave the furniture in better ways!
I’ll stop jumping on guests who visit our home,
No more doggy pounces, no more guilt to own,
I’ll wag my tail with friendly grace,
And show them I’m a good girl in this place!
In 2024, I’ll be a better pup,
No more sneaky napkin theft, I’ll give it up.
No more stealing, that’s my vow,
I’ll find some toys to chew on now.
Counter surfing, I’ll resist the urge,
No more snatching, no more splurge.
My paws will stay where they should,
And my behavior, forever good.
I’ll keep my bodily functions under control,
No more passing gas, like a silent troll,
I’ll be a better friend to all around,
No more stinky surprises, only tail wags abound!
So here’s to the New Year, let’s make it great,
With my resolutions, I won’t hesitate,
I’ll try to be a better doggy, you’ll see,
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll forgive me.
🐾🎉 Happy New Year! 🎉🐾
I’m impressed with the Barking Bard Chatbot’s poem of Gracie’s New Year’s resolutions. But I think the fourth verse needs an even more personalized touch. So, I’m updating it with my own spin:
Verse 4 update:
I’ll keep my bodily functions under control,
No more passing gas, like a silent troll,
I can be much better, as you well know,
And leave all the farting to Mr. Hippo!

Earlier this week a huge storm brought a deluge of rain and wind to our area, causing lots of local flooding and power outages. Gracie and I weathered the storm. She spent most of the day in daycare. I was lucky to not lose power.
In the aftermath of the event, the strong winds and supersaturated ground left countless toppled trees and downed branches in its wake. Now, everywhere we go, Gracie finds a massive oversupply of STICKS. For her, that’s been like Christmas all over again.





This week brought the first significant snow accumulation we’ve seen in this area for several years. Today’s soft flakes fell throughout the day, coating the ground with a thick, soft blanket of white.
It’s a rare thing for me to spend hours outside in subfreezing, snowy weather. What it takes for me is a dog that loves the snow. (And two layers of long underwear, jeans, two fleece jackets, a heavy coat with a hood. 3 layers of socks, winter boots, thick gloves, a warm hat, and a wool scarf.)
The snow was calling for Gracie.
So, in the afternoon, Gracie and I walked to nearby Wilson Farm Park. I typically keep her on a leash in the park (it’s a rule), but with the exception of one wacky guy out there running in shorts, we saw no other people and no other dogs. So, I let Gracie off her leash. From the moment I released her, she sprinted – to romp, race, poke, dig, sniff, and roll in the snow. We trekked all through the park, forming fresh tracks everywhere we went. Gracie was exhilarated.
By the time we arrived back home, Gracie had thick clumps of ice caked on her paws, all four of her legs. her snout, and her belly. (I used warm water to remove all of the ice.)
The noodle has a new nickname now when we’re on these jaunts: Icicle-face.








Today has been a cold, rainy, wet, miserable day so there wasn’t much of anything to do except rip a tire off of a Subaru. (A toy Subaru, that is.)



To offset Gracie expenses, I have a small, part-time job (a few hours a week) working with AI (artificial intelligence). It sounds sophisticated, but it’s really not. My role boils down to having conversations with ChatBots. For instance, I supply a request, and the ChatBot (AI) generates several responses. I’ll determine which is the better answer (it can be fairly subjective) and then send it another request based on the previous response.
Today I decided to see if the AI could enlighten me on what Gracie might want for her birthday (which is in a few weeks). I posed the following to the ChatBot:
Please write a funny letter from my dog, Gracie, to me, Seth, giving me five gift ideas for her birthday. Gracie is a smart mini goldendoodle, is turning 2 years old, and likes sticks, toys, and bacon treats.
Within seconds, here’s a sample of what it spit out:
Dear Seth,
Woof woof! It’s me, Gracie! 🐾🎉 Can you believe I’m turning 2 years old? I know, I know, I’m a big girl now! 💁♀️
As my favorite human, I’m counting on you to make my birthday paw-some. I’ve made a list of the bestest gifts ever, and I’m drooling just thinking about them. 🤤
First, I need an Interactive Toy Bundle. Like, seriously, I’m a genius dog and I need some challenging toys to keep my brain sharp. 🌿💡
Next, fill up a Bacon-Filled Treat Jar with all my favorite snacks! You know how much I love bacon (it’s basically the best thing since squeaky toys). I’ll be the best-behaved dog ever if you make this happen. 🥓🐾
Thirdly, can you please, pretty please, get me a brand new stick?! I know I have a few already, but I love collecting them and adding them to my stick collection.🌳🐿
Fourth, plan a Stick-Fetching Adventure for us! I love chasing after sticks and bringing them back to you (it’s basically my favorite game ever). Let’s go on a super fun hike and make some memories, human! 🏞️🏃♀️
Lastly (but not leastly), I need a Canine Spa Day! I know I’m a furry friend, but even dogs need some R&R, right? A bath, trim, and massage would make me feel like the queen of the dog park. 💆♀️🐾
And, as a special promise, I vow not to chew holes in the couch (again) if you grant me these paw-some gifts! 😳👀 I know, I know, it was a bad habit, but I’ve been practicing my “leave it” command, and I think I’ve got it down pat! 🐾💪
So, Seth, get to work on making my birthday dreams come true! I promise to be an extra good girl (mostly) if you grant me these paw-some gifts. 🐾💖
Woof woof,
Gracie 🐾🎉
Several afternoons in the past week, after not seeing them for quite some time, Gracie and I ran into funny, crazy lady Diane (of Camp Di-Di) and her dog Zeke in Teegarden Park. Being the person I am, I’ve missed Diane’s acerbic tongue. Her stories are engaging, comical, and peppered with sarcasm.
(I’ve wondered what Diane would think of me writing about her in my blog. I think she’d probably be OK with it. In fact, she’d probably say something like, “I hope you mention I’m a sarcastic B*%&h.”)
We got on the subject today about airline terminal experiences. She told me a story of when she was stuck in the Denver airport overnight due to snow, and she slept on the baggage handler ramp (because it was carpeted).
I realized I had a funny airline terminal story that Diane might appreciate. So, I told her about the time about 20 years ago when I was flying out west to visit a national park with Jules. As I packed for the trip and thought of things I might need in the park (and ONLY thinking of things I might need in the park), I threw a pocketknife into the backpack I would have as carry-on luggage. I gave no further thought to it.
Inevitably, at the airport as the backpack ran through security, lights started flashing and the conveyor halted. A security officer pulled out my backpack, held it up and shouted, “Who’s bag is this???”
Confused, I said it was mine. An armed officer approached me, pulled me off to the side, and asked me HARSHLY, “DO YOU KNOW WHY WE STOPPED YOU???”
I was in complete bewilderment. I truly did not know. And I said – and this is the honest-to-goodness truth – “I think I might have more than 3 ounces of mouthwash.”
Really, that’s what I said. When they realized I was too dumb to blow up the terminal, they confiscated my pocketknife, and let me go.
Diane DID think my story was hilarious and I was thrilled to make her laugh. I thought maybe I had topped the storytelling for the afternoon. But she was quick to one-up me.
Diane told me about the time her mother was visiting from Chicago. They had cooked ham. Diane’s mother wanted to make split pea soup from the ham bone. Diane said she hated split pea soup. As Diane’s mother was getting ready to return to Chicago, she wanted to take the ham bone with her. Diane said, “Mom YOU CANNOT TAKE A HAM BONE WITH YOU IN YOUR LUGGAGE.” Diane’s Mom did not listen. She wrapped the ham bone in tin foil and put it in her carry-on luggage. Well, like my experience with the pocketknife in the backpack, as her carry-on luggage ran through security, lights started flashing, the conveyor halted, and a security officer took Diane’s mother aside.
The security officer, thinking a sizeable, somewhat heavy amorphous package wrapped in tinfoil might very well be an explosive, asked Diane’s mother what it was. Mystified about why she was stopped, Diane’s mother said, “It’s just a ham bone” (as if everyone carried carcasses in their carry-on luggage). Security unwrapped it to be certain. When they realized she wasn’t armed with a perilous weapon, they let her go – and allowed her to keep the bone. Evidently, by the time Diane’s mother parted ways with the security officer, they were talking about how you sure can’t let a good ham bone go to waste and exchanging recipes for split pea soup.
Diane and I laughed and laughed about this incident. It was a great story, and I don’t give it full justice. Diane’s facial expressions, dry wit, and sharp timing added far more richness to her tale.
Well, none of this has anything to do with Gracie except it all happened in the dog park while Gracie and Zeke played.
As we were leaving, Diane was quick to point out to me Gracie rolled in something smelly again.

It’s merely two weeks before Christmas, and someone’s now on Santa’s “naughty” list! (That’s my ripped recliner in the background. Note the trail of evidence on the floor and also and dangling from her mouth.)

Yesterday, Gracie managed to get into a patch of burrs resulting in hundreds of those tiny prickly hooks becoming embedded in her fur.
I spent two hours removing them. She was VERY tolerant with me as I tugged, pulled, cut, and even scraped them out of her long fur. She was so patient, I decided to give her a new toy when we were done.

A freshly, professionally groomed golden noodle! She’s ready for her birthday and the holidays!

Gracie is TWO today!



Gracie LOVES her Mr. Hippo toy! It’s her favorite. She knows the toy by name (“Mr. Hippo”). But Mr. Hippo no longer farts, he has no face, his body is ripped nearly in half, he’s missing several legs, and he’s filthy.
So, this week I was THRILLED to find ANOTHER identical Mr. Hippo toy at Rural King in State College. (Rural King – a mammoth depot with not only a warehouse-sized isle of nothing but dog toys, but everything imaginable to satisfy any of your bucolic shopping needs from durable clothing and underwear to fencing and live chickens.) All of the dog toys were 40% off so in addition to the new Mr. Hippo, I purchased a rubber frisbee and a farting pig for later. (Don’t tell Gracie.)
As the new year approaches, it’s out with the old and in with the new. It’s soon time for the old Mr. Hippo to retire.

Fun with friends in Teegarden Park!

Crosby, Maggie, Roxy, Gracie, and Turk

Maggie, Roxy, and Gracie

Breeze and Gracie

Gracie and Cooper
Gracie is “under the weather.” She has “Kennel Cough.” Kennel Cough is a bacterial infection that’s causing her to have a strong cough – almost like a gag, lethargy, and loss of appetite.
After these symptoms showed up for several days and through the night, I took her to the vet on Monday. Dr. Brenner (her favorite Dr. Walker wasn’t available) quickly made the diagnosis. Dr. Brenner explained that Kennel Cough is highly prevalent this time of the year, and because it is extremely contagious among dogs, Gracie likely caught it either at daycare or from the dog park.
Gracie’s now on two kinds of meds. And, more difficult to enforce, for the next week she has to stay away from other dogs to prevent exposure. That means no dog parks, no daycare, no kennels, and no other playtime with doggie friends for the next 7 days, at least.
It’s going to be a tough week for my noodle.

Gracie is recovering. She still has a lingering cough, but it isn’t as severe or as frequent. She also has her appetite back and she has more energy. But we’re not over this hurdle yet. We’re preventing contact with other doggies until we get clearance from the vet.

I’m very relieved my noodle is feeling better! For the past few days on our excursions, she’s been happily running in fields, hunting for sticks, sniffing out secret messages, barking at wildlife (deer, turkey vultures, squirrels), rolling in smelly stuff, and playing “hide and seek” in the bushes. And, in more good news, starting this week she has clearance from the vet to be around other dogs.

